The Writing of my Place in History

Do not strike the chord of sorrow tonight!Days burning with pain turn to ashes.Who knows what happens tomorrow?Last night is lost; tomorrow’s frontier wiped out:Who knows if there will be another dawn?Life is nothing, it’s only tonight!Tonight we can be what the gods are!

Do not strike the chord of sorrow, tonight!Do not repeat stories of sufferings now,Do not complain, let your fate play its role,Do not think of tomorrows, give a damn-Shed no tears for seasons gone by,All sighs and cries wind up their tales,Oh, do not strike the same chord again!